My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll sue you for defamation! Even if I'm with the King of Hell, I'll still sue you for defamation!"

This is a righteous and justified accusation.

Add to that the deafening sound of the iron chains scraping together.

This plunged the guard on the right into a deep abyss of self-doubt.

He stared blankly at his empty side, then at Li Chen, who was tightly bound.

Could it be... that I really saw a ghost in broad daylight?

Or perhaps I misbehaved during my cultivation last night and was hallucinating?

The guard on the left now looked at his companion as if he were an idiot.

Are you sick?

The guard on the left cursed irritably.

"He's chained up with black iron chains. Unless he's a powerful being at least in the Nascent Soul stage, capable of materializing his physical body, how could he possibly break free and strike you?"

"You're just hallucinating because you're too nervous, stop making a fuss over nothing."

"Keep a close eye on him. If anything goes wrong, the young sect leader will skin us alive!"

The guard on the right was scolded until his face turned red and white.

He silently sheathed his longsword, somewhat guiltily wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and muttered to himself, "Maybe... I really was just imagining things."

Looking at the two of them, who seemed completely fooled.

Li Chen laughed wildly in his heart.

The laws of space—this thing, when used to trick people, is an ultimate divine skill, a dimensional reduction attack.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, exceptionally loud slap rang out abruptly from the high platform.

A bright red five-finger mark instantly appeared on the face of the guard on the left.

He was hit so hard he spun halfway around on the spot, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his burning cheek and turned his head away in a rage.

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells, staring intently at his companion on the right.

"You bastard! Why the hell did you hit me?!"

The guard on the right was completely bewildered by the unexpected slap.

He gripped the sword with both hands and took a step back with an innocent expression.

"It wasn't me! I didn't even raise my hand, how could I possibly hit you!"

"Bullshit!" The guard on the left was furious.

"There are only three of us on this platform! That death row inmate is chained up; if you didn't hit him, then who did it? A ghost did it?!"

Li Chen watched the spectacle from the sidelines, not wanting it to get any worse.

He deliberately shook the thick black iron chain on his wrist, making a piercing clanging sound.

"That's right," Li Chen echoed, looking aggrieved.

"My hands are tied so tightly that I can't even pick my nose. Brother, if you dare to do something, you should be responsible for it. If you hit someone, just hit them. Why do you have to deny it?"

Li Chen smacked his lips, adding fuel to the fire.

"Alas, the cultivators of today are truly morally corrupt, their hearts have lost their traditional values. They disregard even the slightest camaraderie among fellow disciples, their minds are so narrow, how will they ever attain the Great Dao?"

This sarcastic and divisive attempt to sow discord was absolutely devastating.

The guard on the left, who was already hot-tempered, was now completely blinded by rage.

"You bastard Zhao Lao Er! You've always disliked me, and today you actually dared to plot against me!"

He roared and swung his hand back, slapping the other hand hard.

"Snapped!"

The guard on the right also received a solid blow to the face, and saw stars.

This completely enraged the guard on the right.

"You're really going to hit me?! I'll fight you to the death!"

The two instantly abandoned their usual camaraderie and, like two street thugs, got into a fight right there on the platform, wrestling wildly.

You pull my hair, I gouge your eyes.

The beating was incredibly brutal, with every punch landing squarely.

The magical swords that were originally hanging at their waists fell to the ground with a clatter during the fierce struggle.

Li Chen stood in front of the cross, watching with great interest.

But after watching for a while, he seemed to feel that it wasn't quite enough.

"Wow, this is such a low-skill game."

Li Chen shook his head helplessly.

His mind stirred slightly.

That invisible and colorless spatial law instantly emerged.

The two longswords on the ground suddenly floated into the air.

Then.

With precise control of spatial power, the two swords were very "thoughtful" and placed into the hands of the two people who were rolling and wrestling on the ground.

Li Chen's voice, like the whisper of a devil, slowly echoed in their ears.

"Brothers, you are cultivators! How can you bite like mortal thugs?"

"This is an insult to you! This is an utter disgrace! If you don't eliminate this person, your Dao heart will be unstable, and an unstable Dao heart will lead to inner demons, and inner demons will make it difficult to cultivate the Great Dao! This is cutting off your path to cultivation! You cannot tolerate this."

"Use your sword! Teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

The two of them had long been blinded by rage.

Suddenly, a familiar weapon appeared in his hand, without him even thinking about how the sword ended up in his grasp.

Upon hearing this highly seductive statement...

Both of their minds were instantly dominated by murderous intent.

"Go to hell!"

The two of them let out a wild roar at the same time.

Without any hesitation or precaution, they thrust their swords fiercely into each other's chests almost simultaneously!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two dull thuds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out simultaneously.

Blood splattered.

The two guards from the Qingxuan Sect stared intently at each other.

They glanced down at the blade piercing their hearts, a fleeting glimmer of clarity crossing their eyes, only to be replaced by endless despair and agony.

"Thump, thump."

The two fell backward simultaneously, convulsing violently in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, Li Chen sighed.

He strolled slowly over from in front of the bronze cross pillar.

The two ancient black iron chains, which were said to be impossible even for Foundation Establishment cultivators to break free from, remained intact on the pillar, just like two useless noodles.

Li Chen's hands had long since been freed from their restraints.

He walked between the two dying guards and, very "kindly," squatted down.

He lifted one up with his left hand and another with his right.

"Oh dear, brothers, why are you so foolish?"

Li Chen looked at them with a face full of regret, his tone filled with compassion and empathy.

"Why can't we talk things out instead of resorting to knives? Now look what's happened, both of them have to go home."

"Come on, let me help you up. Let's see if there's any way to save you."

The two guards, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, struggled to turn their heads.

They originally wanted to say "thank you".

but.

When their eyes finally caught sight of the kind person who had helped them up.

When they caught a glimpse of the empty, undamaged bronze cross-shaped pillar out of the corner of their eyes...

The eyes of these two people instantly widened to be bigger than cowbells.

A terror ten thousand times more horrifying than death completely filled their fading pupils.

"You...you..."

The guard on the left trembled as he raised his blood-stained hand and pointed it firmly at Li Chen's nose.